Get up and move

This helmet was mine after a paintball game, not too long ago. Let’s just say I was grateful for the coverage! I grew up in a family of all girls. There were four daughters to be exact. Even the dogs we had were female. Add in my Mom, and my poor Dad was completely surrounded. We had a lot of fun in our family, but he didn’t get to play much catch or practice throwing the football. He taught us how to shoot a gun briefly, but let’s just say that hunting wasn’t part of our family tradition.
Even so, I somehow developed a love for cap guns.
I wish I had the picture now, but I used to run around dressed up like a “cowgirl” firing gap guns left and right. I remember it as one of the joys of my childhood. I guess that explains why the introduction of paintball …